My last day on the River for a while. Maybe if I can keep running, I can come back on Saturdays. But knowing it was my last look for a while, I took in the sights: A ferral Kitty curled up in the grass sleeping in the early morning sun, a hawk landing and perching on one of the hundreds of alfalfa bales out in the freshly shorn fields, 8 new calves in the reserve who mooed and bucked when I stopped to take a picture of their sweet faces looking up at me. I saw that yellow bird whose name I do not know, 7 ducklings floating on the mirror-still shore of Utah lake, a quail quickly crossing the road trailed by a row of tiny, tiny fluffy babies, and listend to the high whine from the cloud of the hundreds of thousands of crane flies hovering above the marsh. I'm averaging 10:30's to 11's when I walk a bit--but this morning took the opportunity to push one full mile into 9:28. Yeah! Sub 10. I seriously never thought I'd get here. It's been like recovering from a car wreck. I did really have to focus on lifting that left leg up at the knee (the leg with the broken hip ligament and bad ham) or it drags and trips me up. These past 3 days along the trail have filled up my cup a bit. Maybe I'll try to run my end of the trail more often. I just HATE the sound of the cars going up the canyon off in the distance. | 